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teenage love or whatever

it's the thought of you my brain chronically returns to, like a sweet syrup drowing my brain, dripping out of my ears and down my neck, pouring out of my eyes, fogging my senses, making you my solitary addiction with my lips on yours being the fix, the only solution I'm aware of, and painfully so, in this clasroom of questions were i find myself physically, waiting for the minutes to move past so that i may see you, only to rely on sublte signs to unravel my thoughts to you. 

yk who you are zemër

xo borealis 🦇😝